I tried to steer this post away from the sentimental, but it's no use. Unless you're bitching about the crowd, it's hard to talk about Malibu without going misty-eyed with appreciation. * * * SAM REID, 1965 Visualize a beautiful Fall day in California, September, 1927. Coast Highway was a two-lane road, dirt most of the way. Tom Blake stopped by the Santa Monica Swimming Club to pick me up and ...

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